It never really was an option. Sure, before, in Fox River, whole different story. Lincoln is honest enough to admit that she was way better to fantasize about than, let’s say, Stolte or Geary. Nobody can blame him, right? Half of the guys probably agreed and did it too. But now? Not an option. Sara is Michael’s girl. And even if she wasn’t, she’s part of the team, just as Sucre or Mahone are. Definitely not an option. He sincerely doesn’t see her that way, no ‘but’ or ‘however’ about it.

Nevertheless...

When she strolls by the pool of the Las Vegas hotel, high heels clicking on the tiled floor and golden bikini hugging her breasts and buttocks under her pretense of a blouse, instinct kicks back and almost takes over. For a split second, he wants nothing more than grabbing a bathrobe and draping it over her shoulders. Or maybe you know... peel off that flimsy shirt of hers and take a good look at everything the damn golden bikini can’t hide. Not a team-mate or big brother feeling by a long shot.

Then he remembers that they’re on a mission. And that it never really was an option in the first place.

From day one, the boat has been her place, her shelter, her little spot of privacy. None of the guys venture too close of it. When they need her, Lincoln or Sucre bellows her name through the warehouse, and Mahone waits, wordlessly beaconing her – either way, it seems to work just fine since nine out of ten times, she slides down the ladder and joins them.

Michael does come aboard, although he always waits for her invitation, because entering the boat is entering something new and precious. The scent in the small cabin, the clothes, hair brush and tiny items scattered all around the place speak volumes of an intimacy he’d just had a hint of so far. So much like what he could see and smell back in Fox River, but enhanced and sharpened, because here, it’s her and only her, it’s all about the little things. Their apparent triviality is priceless and enthralls him.

She looks up, smiles at him and says, “Come on in,” and it feels like – he knows that she’s offering a lot more than a temporary spot in her tiny refuge.

Prison Break x The Pretender, I tried. Twice. A ficlet about Miss Parker and Abruzzi doing business, and a fic with Michael and Jarod. I could probably complete the Parker & Abruzzi one if I was less lazy, but Michael and Jarod... nope.

I clicked for "The Little Things" but I really enjoyed the first one as well. I have a real fondness for One sided Lincoln/Sara fic :). In that vein, I'd be interested in reading Sara's POV; she knows what Lincoln's thinking...She's not interested, but she doesn't mind him looking...hmmmm? LOL. Just an idea. Thanks for the good read, both of them!